Sailboats and sun bring a smile so very slow,
Imbedding nuggets of golden pleasure into a rock solid life.
Tears and rain can bring the soul too low,
Creating holes that riddle the rock with strife.
Soon the rock is covered with a crysolite shell,
Hiding the opposing particles so no one can tell.
Sometimes, It rains a warm wisdom continually down,
It melts the rock slowly and it rolls from the town.
It enters the stream and floats like a leaf,
Meandering, meandering with sweet relief.
From the shore the unhappy do not see,
but wonder if this is debris or will it end
happily joining the sea.?
Me